Thursday, July 22, 2010

Is Missing Mass a Mortal Sin?

Is missing Mass still a mortal sin?

The easy answer is yes –if by missing Mass you mean deliberate and willful negligence of your Sunday obligation. This includes taking trips you know will prevent you from attending Mass (when you have an option), sleeping in because “Sunday is my only off day”, skipping because of work, play or any other activity that is within your will to control. Situations that are beyond our control will always happen and we’re all smart enough to know what those entail… there’s no need to belabor the point.

So… Why is it a mortal sin? A mortal sin is an action that 1) Involves Grave Matter 2) Is done with full knowledge, and 3) Is done with full consent. We’ve established above what full knowledge and full consent would look like in the case of skipping Mass. But is it a grave matter?

Well, let’s look at it this way. God became Man. God. He who existed before all time. He who called time into being. He who had no beginning and will have no end. He whose size dwarfs the stars and in whose breast the universe is nestled. He who holds us in existence by a thought. God. He condescended to become what he created. He became man. But His humility knows no limits! Even though He created us and was now one of us, He was not close enough to us. NO. To be even closer to us, to enable us to unite ourselves to Him, He became food. He became bread. He became that which we eat and which nourishes our bodies.

This is the humility of God: To offer Himself to us under the unassuming appearance of bread. He offers Himself to us at every Mass. So, imagine telling Him, “Thanks, but no thanks. I’d rather go camping.”

Walking away from God in order to indulge in a secular happiness is the definition of a mortal sin.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Friday, April 23, 2010

Have you ever heard something so shocking that, for days afterward, you couldn’t forget it? Recently an acquaintance said to me “it doesn’t matter what happens after we die.”

Really.

The comment wasn’t, “nothing happens” or “I’m generally a good person so I don’t have to worry”. No, he said “it doesn’t matter.”

What kind of world view does one have in order to believe this?

We can love life and beauty and stuff as much as we want but eventually we will die. I will die. You will die (assuming anyone is reading this). Death is inevitable.

So the question of what is waiting for us seems to me to be paramount –overriding all other concerns. Many people hold the belief, albeit naive, that heaven awaits anyone and everyone (except the most reprehensible cretins already condemned by the eternal judge of their own opinion). Other’s believe that nothing waits for us … which is a terrifying thought but at least they have thought about it and come to a conclusion.

We’ll assume the existence of life after death because … well, it’s my blog. And we’ll assume a Judeo-Christian vision of life after death. Each person will continue existing for an eternity after their last breath on this earth.

How long is eternity? How can we even begin to comprehend a never ending amount of time? Can we even use words like “amount” and “time”? Indulge in a thought experiment for a few minutes. Think about a man climbing to the top of Mt Everest to dig through the snow and find one single speck of dirt. Then, after climbing back down, he travels across the country, across the ocean and to the coast of California in order to drop that speck in the Ocean. Then he does it all over again, retracing his steps, until Mt Everest has been moved into the Pacific Ocean one speck by one speck. The time it would take to do that would not even used up one fraction of one second in eternity.

Each member of humanity shares the expectation of death. It’s the unavoidable destiny we begin traveling toward from the moment of our conception. Perhaps we should spend some time contemplating what exactly this destiny is. Is death our ultimate destiny –do we burst into existence, burn for a while and then unceremoniously flicker out? Or is death a gateway to a destiny that is something more, something beautiful, something transcendent?

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Considering the news it is easy to lose hope. Lose sight of the fact that the Church is the eternal Bride of Christ and no amount of human failing can destroy her.
The Church is the Eternal Bride of Christ and no amount of human failing can destroy her.
I must remember those words. How do I know they’re true? Because Jesus Christ, the Son of God, the Second Person of the Blessed Trinity said so. And if I do not trust His words than what am I about? Why am I here? If I do not trust His words I have bigger issues than a scandal in the Church.
The focus should not be that The Church is plagued by scandals, but rather that the scandals do not destroy her! They have not destroyed her! For 2000 years human failings have been unable to topple the Church that Christ Jesus founded. It is on His foundation that the Church forms her roots. The storms of human wickedness cannot rip her from that foundation. Why? Because She is not a Church made of human hands. She is not ours to destroy. We cannot do it. God promised.
But the unbelievable reality of what they did… What were those men thinking? The flippant answer is, ‘they weren’t’. Perhaps a better answer is, ‘they were thinking more than they were praying.’ The Church, in all Her wisdom, has asked her sons to observe certain daily prayers for a reason. Can a person commit the sins that they did while remaining faithful to the rigors of priestly life? The Divine Office? Daily Sacrifice of the Mass? Frequent Confession? Observing purity of heart and mind (remember that chastity is abandoned in the mind before it is abandoned in the flesh).
Perhaps this scandal is calling us to arms. We’re in a war that many stopped fighting a long time ago –or never started. I guess what I keep coming back to is the question of what my reaction to all this should be? Despair? Or action? I choose action. Priests need prayers. Real prayers. Sacrifices offered up for their holiness.